Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.

Sunday, June 03, 2012

conflict

crouching closely to the groundwhat do you chisel away?my nerves are on edgemy heartbeat so fast

the ground splits you crumple that paper in your palmdrop it into that slitwhy did you bruise the earth?

you could have burnt it.in the glow of the fireI would have watched your facethat piercing look in your eyes

when your mind crashes to groundwe both burst into the skyno one wins nor is it a drawseems like it is what you are good at

it is your life's missionto demolish everythingbe it for a livingor to wreck my working week

"a buried paper can be taken outI know you will read my love letter again"

About Me

For someone who teaches mathematics, poetry comes easy. There are so many aspects about myself that are unknown even to me. Poetry is way to explore myself. Where it will lead me, I don't know. I don't want to know. I thrive on the unknown.